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techh - smoking kills lyrics

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[hook]
f-ck they say (f-ck they say)
smoking k!lls (smoking k!lls?)
gotta dumb b-tch
in her feels (yea)
neva chase a ho (ho)
no fishing reel (reel)
man i’m amped up
prescription pills

[verse 1]
techh with the feels
i came to k!ll
aim with my sk!ll
frozen call me chill

feed my whole team
only talking meals
thousand dollar sweater
gucci it’s whatever

b-tches come together
now i’m livin’ better
rollin’ in the benz
all my friends are dead

f-ck a lil house phone
b-tch i’m in my zone
hit him in the dome
all my cars chrome

kick it up, bruce lee
chop it up, excuse me
i don’t smoke cigs
but i’m still selling loosies

[hook] (x2)
f-ck they say (f-ck they say)
smoking k!lls (smoking k!lls?)
gotta dumb b-tch
in her feels (yea)
neva chase a ho (ho)
no fishing reel (reel)
man i’m amped up
prescription pills

[verse 2]
techh outta pocket
i just got your neck (what)
steal yo’ girl
now we runnin up a check (flex)

that’s just how we flex
my crew up next
we the f-cking best
rolling up a check (check)

all my money blue (blue)
smoking on the glue (glue)
squad on deck
money on the set

never say never ’cause i’m never looking back
flames on the track
human torch when i rap
money in the bank
only talking big racks
no complaints
only dropping these facts

[hook]
f-ck they say
smoking k!lls
gotta dumb b-tch
in her feels
neva chase a ho
no fishing reel
man i’m amped up
prescription pills

f-ck they say (f-ck they say)
smoking k!lls (smoking k!lls?)
gotta dumb b-tch
in her feels (yea)
neva chase a ho (ho)
no fishing reel (reel)
man i’m amped up
prescription pills

[verse 3]
techh with the feels
i came to k!ll
aim with my sk!ll
frozen call me chill

feed my whole team
only talking meals
thousand dollar sweater
gucci it’s whatever

b-tches come together
now i’m livin’ better
rollin’ in the benz
all my friends are dead

f-ck a lil house phone
b-tch i’m in my zone
hit him in the dome
all my cars chrome

kick it up, bruce lee
chop it up, excuse me
i don’t smoke cigs
but i’m still selling loosies

- techh lyrics

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